Sunday, December 1, 2013


A 50 word short story by Jason Hart


Shifting his weight on the cliff's edge, Fred wrapped his arm around Wilma's shoulder. Silently, they watched as the last great herd of Triceratops slowly moved across the landscape far below.  She leaned in close, trying to savor the moment.

Deep down she knew.

Times like these don't last forever.

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